Title: To Be Someone
Disclaimer: No one belongs to moi.
Summary: Newly released from the foster system 18 year old Emma finds herself in Storybrooke instead of Arizona with Neal. There she meets Killian Jones and she changes her fate forever.
Author's Note: This is my first Captain Swan fic. It's a retelling if Emma came to Storybrooke after getting out of the system instead of after Henry comes. I hope you guys like it! Your feedback is much appreciated! Please review!
"I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…" Charlotte Erikkson
Prologue
The anxiety was tearing her stomach apart to the point where she was beginning to wonder if she was going to vomit all over the ugly blue plaid seats. Was she doing the right thing?
Her head was spinning with all types of 'what ifs.' What if she couldn't find a job? What if she was making a mistake by leaving Boston? What if she ended up just as lost in Maine as she was in Massachusetts?
The bus rolled to a halt with a screech outside and Emma Swan took in the vast amount of trees and the lack of a sidewalk or any sign that pointed out where they had stopped. She looked around the empty bus nervously wishing that there was someone else that was getting off too.
"Hey kid, you getting off?" the bus driver asked looking in the mirror at her.
Emma fidgeted in her seat and then cleared her throat trying to sound braver than she felt.
"Is this the last stop? I paid to be dropped off at the last stop."
"Yep, this is the last stop."
"Where are we exactly?" she asked picking her small backpack that carried all of her belongings.
The bus driver shrugged, "beats me, kid. I just follow the route."
Emma hesitated as she came to a stop beside the bus driver. She tried to ignore his scrutiny and pushed her glasses higher up on her nose.
"Are you sure you want to get off here? I—"
"No. I'm fine." Emma said forcefully giving him a tight smile before getting off the bus. She paused for a moment before walking ahead trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.
She could handle herself in a city, like Boston, but she didn't feel so confident as she trekked her way down the road, the noise of the bus behind her as it turned around and went back toward civilization.
Taking a deep breath Emma went forward determined to start a new life after the last 18 years of hell she had to endure through the foster system.
She wasn't sure why she had chosen Maine, but the day she turned 18 she was thrown out of her last foster home and for some reason when she looked at a map she decided that Maine was the next place she was going to go. So, she spent half of the money she'd saved, since she first started working at fifteen and bought a bus ticket. Now, here she was wandering down some back road in Maine unsure whether she had made the right decision or was even going the right way.
Right as she was beginning to doubt that there was any sign of life up ahead she came across a sign that said 'Welcome to Storybrooke.' And with a sigh of relief she knew that at least civilization was near.
Killian Jones stared down at his prosthetic hand that rested on his bedside table in distaste. Despite the length he'd had it, he still loathed to put the thing on. He still abhorred to see it instead of the pale skin, long fingers, and rings that should be there. He hated when people stared at it, it made him feel like some sort of freak. What he hated most of all though, was the fact that he'd never get used to it. Even though he'd had it for as long as he could remember.
With a heaviness that alluded to the reluctance Killian had to going to work, he climbed out of his bed to ready himself for his shift at the Rabbit Hole, like he'd done every day, since he was able to remember.
He went to go take a shower, eat a quick early dinner, and reluctantly put his prosthetic hand on before getting dressed.
As he made his way off the little boat that he called home and down the dock toward the road that lead to town he walked past a pretty blonde sitting on a bench looking out at the sea with a look of determination on her face.
He frowned slightly not remembering seeing her around, ever. And that was odd in a town as small as Storybrooke.
He paused momentarily wondering if he should stop to speak to her, but the glare she shot him as he approached deterred him from wanting to stop and chat. Instead he threw a charming smirk at her, tipped his head in greeting, and continued on his way to work settling on putting her out of his mind. She was just another woman, and he was not in any shortage of women. Besides blondes really weren't his type.
It wasn't until he reached the town square and saw one of the hands on the broken clock tower move did his mind return to the blonde on the bench wondering where she had come from.
After all strangers never came through Storybrooke.
(A/n: What do you think? More soon and longer!)